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I have namechanged for this (which doubtless says a lot already), but I hope hearing about my experience helps.
I worked as an escort/fucked men for money - whatever we're calling it at this point in th thread for about 8 or 9 months while I was doing postgraduate study.
I worked through an agency who provided drivers. I wouldn't say it was particularly 'high class'. Pretty seedy actually.
Typically I would spend a night driving round London and the outskirts in a car with one of the agency drivers (that bit was actually quite fun). If I recall correctly, a call would come in on my mobile from the agency and I would call the punter back to get a first impression over the phone (they had to have a landline: this would be checked against the name they'd given. They had to give a credit card details over the phone - also checked). Obviously no guarantee of safety, though.
You ask what is the difference between a woman being bought drinks all night and then having sex and a woman being paid to have sex. Well, apart from the attraction factor that a lot of posters have rightly brought up, there are a few other significant differences:
- As an escort you won't know what you're getting until you walk through that door with the intention of having sex. The sense of obligation and lack of spontaneity is markedly different from the fun of having sex with someone you've met on a night out even if you haven't know them long. It is a very, very different thing.
- I repeat, as an escort you won't know what you're getting until you walk through that door. The body language that gives you an uneasy feeling or just makes you go 'yuck'? You don't get to see that until you are right there about to get your kit off.
I do feel very ambivalent about this aspect of my past. I'll elaborate:
With some men I really enjoyed the sex. With most it wasn't actively unpleasant but just...boring. There were some I felt very unattracted to but the thing is once I was there, I found it difficult to just look them up and down and say 'sorry, I find you ugly'. There were a few for whom I felt I was providing very useful therapy and some human warmth (a couple of very socially awkward men and one lovely guy who was disabled and found it impossible to 'pull' - his evaluation not mine btw). I am still in - very, platonic, very occasional - contact with one over a mutual appreciation of folk music (!).
I decided to stop for a few reasons.
- I found myself really dreading going out for the night and feeling relieved on the nights where we only got one or no calls.
- I found myself looking at men on the tube and thinking 'Yeah, yeah, I know what you're like.'
- I realised I did not feel empowered by it in the slightest.
- This was made very clear when one day a punter took off the condom without me realising. I was lucky. No nasty diseases caught. But I was lucky and the time I had to wait before getting the HIV test was a pretty long 3 months.
Oh, and there was one time I caught sight of a family photo when the guy was getting the cash out of his wallet. That has stayed with me.
Wow, having written all that out, I realise I don't feel so ambivalent about it after all. It all felt subversive and exciting at first - and the cash was welcome - but I look back at myself then and see a different person.
Tread very carefully OP. I have met people who seem to be perfectly happy doing it. For me it really wasn't a healthy thing to have done - physically or mentally.
Do PM me if you want to discuss issues away from this thread, which - predictably, understandably - has got heated.